Do you really hate me? (Quackbur)

Chapter thirty-seven: Ouch, that hurts.

Chapter art by: @somedeimi on instagram

[AYYY ANGST HAPPENING THIS CHAPTER. if you read the TW's and decide you can't read this, next chapter I'll add a short summary before it starts.]

TW: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, abuse, scrapes, bruises, mention of 'correctional services'*cough, cough, for people that aren't straight and cis :(*, homophobic slur.
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Quackity pov:

Once I'm at my front door I open it slowly, I saw the faint light of the TV in the window so my father is probably downstairs still. It's fifty-fifty that he's passed out though.

It's so late, nearly twelve last time I checked. I don't have a car so I just walked home, since Charlie was the one to drive me there but he left early.

Every time I think of the party the only thing I remember is the brunette, and then I find myself lightly touching my lips, trying to have that warm feeling for just a little longer.

Hopefully my dad won't notice the smell of the drinks, maybe he'll just think it's him and ignore it.

After a minute of debating whether or not I should go in, I unlock the door quietly, slowly entering the house. When I got in, there was no sign of him. He was here, of course, he wouldn't just leave his car in the driveway.

So... where is he?

Honestly, it's probably better if he doesn't see me. I know that I don't really want to see him, I just want to reminisce about earlier while I lay in bed, preparing for the hangover of a life time.

I smile to myself lightly as I walk upstairs, laughing slightly at the thought of us dancing earlier.

After I open my bedroom door I'm immediately greeted with a scowl from my dad.

HOLY SHI- sorry, uhm- hey... dad... need something?

I touched the back of my neck lightly, whatever smile I had before immediately dropping.

"I can't believe you..."

What-? What happened? Did I do something wrong..? I'm sorry- if I did something I really didn't mean to-

I cut myself off with a sharp gasp as I noticed my fathers anger fuelled gaze, prepping to hit my arm once again. I'm afraid he'll break it if he touches it again...

I manage to dodge the hit.

WHAT THE FUCK? What are you doing?! What the hell did I do?!

"¡Pagarás por arruinar a esta familia!" (You will pay for ruining this family!)

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

I shout back, adrenaline messing with my mind along with the overwhelming amount of emotions and thoughts saying; 'Leave!' 'You're not safe!' 'Get help!' 'GET OUT OF THERE.'

And I agreed, moving away from my fathers fist once again as I tried getting to the downstairs. Then, there was that one voice in the back of my head repeating; 'you did something wrong. This is your fault. You did this to yourself.'

And the worst thing? The voice sounded like my friends, all speaking in unison. I've always been afraid of telling them about the bruises because I thought they'd turn on me, or call me weak. Maybe they'd tell me I'm overreacting, hell, or even saying it's my fault. Which... doesn't sound right- does it?

my body came to a halt as my legs got harshly kicked from behind, making me fall forward uncomfortably,

"You can't even deal with a small kick! You're fucking weak! A disappointment!"

He grabbed the top of my shirt, pulling me up from the floor and shoving me towards a wall whilst he yelled.

I winced in pain and disbelief as I heard my dad yell; "I can't believe that my son, Is a pathetic, little, fag!"

My heart dropped at that word.

...wh-what...

"YOU FUCKING HEARD ME. don't pretend! You're just getting yourself in even more trouble! No more seeing that tall boy! He's clearly a bad influence!"

...he-he's not-...

My dads face softened slightly as he let go of my shirt and watched me slide down the wall in a sitting position.

"Quackity Nevadas, you cannot be friends with those people! Let alone become one! My son, I'm just helping. It's called tough love. One day you'll get used to this, one day you'll come to America, with me! And we'll get you back on track, maybe we can get one of those counseling sessions... or I could send you to a camp!"

My eyes widened as I stared at the floor. Camps? Counseling?! This fucker...

"Now stay in your room until morning. We'll have to convince your mother to let you come to America..."

I let a few of my suppressed tears fall while I continue staring at the endlessly boring floors. My dad walked away, mumbling something or other about me staying home.

I do not want to be in this house.

But where the fuck will I go?

Once I hear him settle back on the couch I stand up and walk to my room, my leg has a bruise already, tiny scrapes from his boots behind my legs making themselves clear as they sting wildly. I've got a knot in my stomach, and my nose itches. I'll probably get a nose bleed soon enough.

After shutting the door I realize there's no lock anymore. He must've taken it off while I was gone.

I shut the door regardless as I sit on my bed, back against the wall, I let myself cry. I cry quietly, warm tears falling down my face as I tuck my knees into my chest.

...What do I do now..?

Nobody's pov:

Wilbur passed out in bed as soon as he got home, along with Techno. Minx refused to give any alcohol to Tommy so he just stayed up talking to Tubbo online.

Everyone(with the exception of Tommy) was asleep, until the brunette got stirred awake by a notification on his phone, which he forgot to turn on silent.

He's a light sleeper so after maybe three notifications he groaned and picked up his phone.

It's two in the morning.

All of the notifications were from... Quackity?

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Ducky:
Wilbur?
Are you up?
Please can you meet me at
the flower field?
I need help.

Wimblir:
Q?
What's wrong

Ducky:
I don't have time to explain
Please Wilbur just meet me there soon.

Wimblir:
Okay sure?
Can we call?

Ducky:
No he's asleep.

Wimblir:
Who's he?
Quackity?
Quackity who is 'he'
Are you safe?
Quackity
You're worrying me.
I'm coming hold on
Be there soon.

Delivered.

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Now the Ravenette only had one thing to do...

Leave.
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[OKAY DONT YELL AT ME FOR TYPING OUT THE HOMOPHOBIA PLEASE ITS SORTA A VENT THAT IM NOT GETTING INTO RN MAYBE LATER AHHH]

[Again, very sorry, might change later if it's not received well or I guilt trip myself 👍]